It was 2 am and i was coming back from picking up. I had 2 ozs under my seat,a scale,baggies,and a blunt that i was smoking. I drove right by a cop doing radar, he pulls me over. He tells me i was going 50 in a 35? witch was BS cause i wont drive over 40 with quantity on me.....anyhoo he smells the weed and askes me what i had. I showed him an older SMALLER roach "yes officer thats all i got". then he took it and said "get the hell out of my town!" He didn't toss it, but i swear i saw him pocket it!


Now the guy i was getting from got popped, and called me from the can to tell me. He goes "there is fresh pie in the fridge in the summer house. go make sure it doesn't go bad". I'm thinking he realy baked a pie (he's kinda wierd like that). instead i find 2 lbs of weed in there. i wasn't prepared for that kinda move. so i go get my guitar case out of the car and fill it up. I'm just about to put the thing in my trunk when his nabor comes out. he's screaming that i'm stealing shit from this guys house, and he's callin the cops... i panic hop in my car and peal out. he gets my plate and the cops come to my house later, i showed them the guitar and the recept from the store. i nearly had a heart attack when they showed up